L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on theL.E.S.B.I.A.N.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Edge of life
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that
You should date a guy who writesDate a guy who writes. Date a guy whose fingers are stained with ink, whose pockets are filled with pens, and whose eyes smile and dance with curiosity. Date a guy who notices things like the colour of your hair and the way you have your coffee, not because he has to, but just because it’s a habit of his to notice things. Date a guy who can barely get around a computer, but is expert with his word processor. It doesn’t matter; he prefers pen and paper anyway.You should date a guy who writes3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Find a guy who writes. You’ll find him just outside a library. He’ll like the idea of being outside, on the verge of a thousand worlds, a few steps away. He’ll love the idea of being outside, on the brink of one world, a few carefully placed letters away.
Or he will be inside a café. He doesn’t care whether it’s boutique or Gloria Jeans, moodily or well lit, though he likes it there especially when it’s raining. He will be the one with a notebook in one hand, pen in the other,
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadLove Stinks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
EraserAnd I,Eraser3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my winded memories
gasping for breath and clarity,
stand unbeknownst to you
‘til you fade away
and my memories
are without oxygen.
Words HurtWords HurtWords Hurt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hit me one more time
Hit me again
Push me around
On the floor
Down the stairs
It hurts less than your words
So kick me
Bruise my skin
But don’t call me names
It causes too much pain
I love you I really do
I’ll take the abuse
And be your punch bag
But please keep your words
My head can’t take it
My mind won’t survive
It destroys me.
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI'm Ugly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
goneyour fingers interlaced with minegone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the softness of your lips
the way our foreheads would rest against each other
the scars across your wrists.
your habit of chewing your bottom lip
and the way you played with your necklace when you were nervous.
your humming as you cooked,
the soft looks you sent me when you thought i wasn't looking.
i never realized their importance
until you were
Peaceful LiesPeaceful Lies4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
How they gaze,
As they tell lies
I hear you calling
See the laughter
It does look fun,
But you're an actor
"Don't ever go"
and that I know
So I'll stand here
and partake separate
And you'll stay there
You little serpent
Some have wisdom
Some are fools
It seems I'm wiser
Of us two...
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
LONELYLONELY4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I feel...LONELY is the best word to describe me...
Funny, how a six letter word,
Can describe a whole person...
It's not like I have no friends or family that care,
I know they are always there for me...
But that feeling...
It will always be there nagging at me...
I honestly don't know if it will ever go away.
Like a lone wolf, I watch them with longing eyes.
Don't let LONELY...
Become the only word to describe me...
One last lullabySongOne last lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me a song
Sing me a lullaby
I lay here in pain
Don't let me die without a
Remember our adventures
Remember our Memories
I lay here slowly fading
Don't forget me or our
Don't cry over me
I lay here my breath leaving
So let me go to sleep
Rather than cry
Sing to me
Sing me our lullaby
Sing to me
one last time...
sing to me?
Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the doorDeath Takes Two Sugars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
to the starsI’ve got this arrowto the stars3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
curled around my finger
like Apollo’s heart
& your nicknames
engraved on the inside
of my lungs.
I don’t want to write
pretty little stanzas
or pick at the seams
of your poetry
like some deadbeat
psychology major -
I want to
all over everything;
shoot down your moon
& wear her
like a charm
around ink stained
I want to
to the stars,
& leave you there.
AliveThey pointed and laughed at her,Alive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because she smiled between each second,
Because she laughed between each page,
Because she danced between each step.
They laughed, and they stared,
Because they didn’t understand
The jokes she heard in the birds’ songs,
She happiness she found in every note.
They didn’t hear the lullaby
That the wind sang with each breeze,
Or the stories the trees told
With every rustling leave.
The relief at having survived
Yet another night, another day.
The joy at being outside
Of the hospital’s gloomy walls.
They didn’t know the fear
And the sorrow she had suffered,
When her parents had prayed for her,
Prayed for what seemed impossible.
How could they understand?
The spoilt eye turns blind towards
The beauty of the daylight,
And the stillness of each night.
And yet she wondered how they could miss
The warmth within each heartbeat,
The joy between each breath,
The bliss of being alive.